caterwhaulin'

Sometimes I feel like we're trapped in an episode of hee-haw. I'd say not a good one, but were any good? Anyway, I was getting out of the shower and thinking about what I was going to write today. Yesterday was okay, but kind of trying. She was moving slower than molasses up a hill. I got home from tutoring and literally had to wave my hands in front of her face to have her answer a question. Course, she was watching tv. Not law and order though. It was like I was shouting across a canyon. Helloooooooo. Anybody there, ere ere ere ere. Decided that we are NOT waiting to start the steroids, Roger Clemens, we are taking them NOW! Gave her a dose, which she did not seem too excited about.

Anyway, back to my original story. So, I'm drying off and thinking to myself "I'm gonna title my blog 'take your goddamn steroid, mama' " and grumbling to myself about her resistance to taking them when I hear "AAAAAAAA!" from her bathroom (she was also in the shower). Oh shit! Another fall?! I stop and hold my breath. Then comes the "mi-chi-GAN. Ohhhhhhh, I got to...." Singing the Michigan fight song in shower. I started cracking up. Went in and peeked on her and she was doing just what I thought, bouncing around nekkid. Take your goddamn steroids, mama. It makes a difference.